Italian Novel Novels & Stories

The Monticello Arrangement PART 1 Intro; Isotta Monticello is Italy’s quietly dangerous mafia princess not born to gowns and gilded halls alone, but to an empire stitched together from ports, secrets, and old debts paid in blood. She walks the world smiling, bilingual and immaculate, but beneath the silk and diamonds are the iron teeth of a woman raised to survive in a world that devours the soft.

Written in perfect, delicate Italian. Se sapessi che ho un piccolo demone nella pancia, lo aspetteresti? If you knew I had a little demon in my belly, would you look forward to it? The date in the corner read seven days ago. Seven days ago. A week before Jake stole the wax seal. A week before the Brooklyn armory fell. I stopped breathing. The whiskey glass slipped from my fingers, shattering against the floorboards. She wrote it in Italian. She understood the language.

Elena’s heartbeat refused to calm. The silence on the balcony felt dangerous. Everything about Roberto Francesco was dangerous. Rumors followed him everywhere—whispers of violence, power, and a darkness even older mafia men respected carefully. Unlike Dante’s easy smiles and charm, Roberto rarely laughed. Rarely spoke. Yet somehow every woman in Italy wanted his attention. His dark eyes were fixed on hers as though they could see her soul. Roberto Francesco was far too old for her. Far too dangerous for her.

"This is good. This is cool. This is interesting, and this is... hmm... pretty wild. Nicholas probably won't let you sleep while you're in your underwear like this." Josephine was wide-eyed to see Anna taking on a variety of colors and sexy lingerie styles. "Anna ... oh, are you crazy?" Anna giggled. "Italy is always impressive. A lot of films about the Mafia are told about Italy. Hmm ... I think Lynn has mentioned several titles, The Godfather, Goodfellas, Scarface, and several others. Lynn is very fluent when it comes to the mafia." Josephine looked up at Anna's bright face and sparkling truly eyes. "Anna?"

SNEAK PEAK OF MY UPCOMING DARK ROMANCE NOVEL TITLE: AUCTIONED TO THE RUTHLESS, ITALIAN DAREDEVIL. *** He is Edoardo Vicenzo, son of Dante Vicenzo. They called him the most dangerous man in Italy, the boss of all bosses, the leader and owner of men. He had everything he could ever want… money, cars, women. Everything. While I, on the other hand, had absolutely nothing to my name.

Translations: bella- beautiful caro- deargrazie- thank you boccale- mug caffè- coffee perfetto- perfect per favore bambina- please, baby sei bello- you are beautiful

’ Josef answered surprised, not believing his brother. ‘Seriously, go on say a title of a book and I’ll tell you what it’s about.’ Hadrian answered putting the book aside. ‘Alright then.’ Josef answered thinking of a title. ‘The Betrothed.’ ‘A novel by the Italian Alessandro Manzoni,’ Hadrian answered instantly. ‘It’s a story about Renzo and Lucia who wanted to get married but was forbidden by Don Rodrigo. Why? Because Don Rodrigo has his eyes on Lucia.

“You and your inner self. You seemed to be having a very heated and interesting discussion.” “Don’t make fun of my little Italian.” “You called me little Italian?” he couldn’t believe the coolness with which that woman expressed herself. He had a feeling that, if he spent a day alone with her, locked in a house, he was likely to end up gagging her. “Would you rather Italianate? It’s really all the same to me. You think you’re funny and smart, you’re going to tell me you’ve never seen someone talking to themselves?” “I’m not saying I haven’t seen anyone; I’m saying it’s crazy.”